[This was not the first time that Sky watched the hero inherit the green tunic of the legend; he had followed Mini's every footsteps under the four – leaf clovers, and four tiny heroes created from the Four sword… all of them were courageous and amazing Links, just like the ancient soul that lived within them. However, with Time it was an entirely different experience.

Sky did not know if he could use any other word beside "beautiful" to describe the Hero of Time. Obviously Sky didn't mean "girly"; because he had caught those eyes in the middle of a land of constant rebel, a place where in the night, the dead came rising to continue their war without knowing it had already end. Those eyes had seen enough of all the malice, envy and resentment of human soul in the ace of chaos, yet they were still as clear and pure as if cuddled by the forest green. Just like that, everywhere Time set foot on was marked of revival.

If Sky could write an epic about the hero of time, he would not write about the ancient spirit or the goddesses. To him, Time had become the origin of the name that people would use to call all heroes – Link. Time was Sky's "Link", the hero that he would dedicate all the beautiful hymns to.]

Sky woke up on a pile of scripts that was waited to be approved for the last time. It was already three in the morning, two hours left until he begun his flight to Paris to conduct his musical Le héros antique (The Ancient Hero). As its name said, the play was about the first hero, the one who had started the legend of light and shadow, of Link and Ganon. This is the first piece of the epic Symphonie des déesses (Symphony of the Goddesses), which was also the most widely performed, the second being the L'épée du fléau de mal (The Sword of evil's bane). Sky's name in the art world was made by the success of the Symphonie des déesses; until now it had became the most acclaimed legends in all of Europe.

It seemed that even after his reincarnation, Sky's mission was still not over – reserving and passing on the poems of the gods and the heroes they blessed. That was Sky's honor, the honor that he had always carried ever since he pulled the Master Sword out of the ground. It was also a vow, a duty. Not only that, Sky also carried the greatest responsibility of all, which was to watch over all the other "Links". More than anyone else, the first hero understood clearly the hardship and temptation that the other Links will face on their way to protect the world and even after that. Being the ones who had to face the darkness directly, even if they were guided by the gods, they were still the easier ones to fall.

Despite that, Sky himself still had mountains that he could not cross.

[But when the hero that Sky held so dear was in heaven, the blue in his eyes were gone. Where one eye had gone, the only thing left was a deep pit of despair. Twi had succeeded in guiding Time's soul out of the darkness, but only partially. Time was smashed into many pieces and they could only try to reassemble the shell. Inside the hero of time, just like his name implied, was only old dust of unfulfilled dreams.

You had given away all your hope, you was bleeding and crying yourself dry, for what reason?

- Why is that… only Time has to suffer all of this?

Sky tried to find the answer in those Goddesses that he had long believed in thinking that their blessings would bring the heroes to a happy ending after all those pain and sacrifice. Every minute Time sat quietly to look down on the deep sea that was once his beloved Hyrule, Sky felt a part of his heart died. He had asked the goddess Naryu, with all of her wisdom of the world, how to rescue Time. There was only silence.]

- Sky, did you stay up all night again? I thought the drafts were already finished…

Stepping into the room was a girl with lighting silver hair dressed in a lavender pajama, her eyes looking far – away. After thousands of years following the hero in the green tunic's every footsteps on his journey for justice, now Fi, under her human form, had came back to the friend whose company she loved the most. People thought that Fi and Sky were engaged (secretly), but they were only best friends living under one roof. Fi was a dancer who usually helped Sky in executing his plays.

- Oh no, I just… lost in thought for a while.

Fi looked at the pieces of draft spreading on sky's desk. Among the lines of the script were some photos taken in autumn on some street in France. Among red leaves, an image of a boy with blond hair was taken as if he accidentally passed by the lens. She blinked her eyes softly.

- Well, it's almost four now. We should get going.

Sky smiled, lifting his light backpack over his shoulder. Fi glanced at the photo that Sky put in his pocket with pity and followed him.

Time used his long vacation to work more on some science magazines and some old unfinished research materials. He did not want to stop his job at Gottingen University (nor did he have permission to do so), but he also could not continue working in his current condition. Time did not do this for money or fame, a habit that he had had since before his reincarnation; he devoted himself to the job that he chooses.

When he accidentally came across a research report about a phenomenon called the Split Personality disorder, Time suddenly thought of "Dark Link". "Dark Link", a familiar term the heroes used to talk about a "shadow" that appeared whenever they felt their faith was losing. Normally it would provoke the heroes into a battle they could not win – people could never win against the mirror image of themselves, after all. But Time had a different experience with Dark Link that he had never told anyone before.

Dark Time was a scrawny kid with almost no fighting ability. He just stood there and stared at Time like a ghost. It made Time thoughts of his own, when he didn't have his sword or shield. When they plunged into battle, he saw the kid cried out. His mournful cries sounded like it came from someone who was rotting from within.

Time had lost for once. He had given up his sword in front of Dark Time's plaintive cries. It sounded like the cry that he himself had repressed. Time was lost in that cry until a blinding light struck his soul, making his mind went blank.

The last thing that he saw… was a pair of eyes… closing…

There were sounds of shoes knocking outside the doorstep. Time did not wait until the guest knock to invite them in, but he was a little surprised because the fifth period probably hadn't ended yet – so it could not be Twi. But he did not remember having an appointment with anyone at this hour.

- ¡Hola! Lange nicht gesehen, Time. (Hello *Spanish* Long time no see, Time *German*) Sorry I came without warning.

Time looked at the person standing at his doorstep with surprise. Yes, it had been a while since they last met in their high school days… No, Time had just seen Sky today, fully aware of the connections between them. He remembered their conversations; Sky was one of the few people Time felt he could trust enough to talk about himself. He was the one that Time deeply respected, as if they really were brothers.

Time was not sure whether Sky had awakened his true identity or not. Time was looking for an answer that, if Sky did not remember that he was Link, was not too awkward in front of a friend.

- It's ok, we're all family, Sky.

Sky dropped the cup that he meant to give Time.

[- The truth is, you are the one being used this time, Twi.

Time sat on the edge of the table, hands idly sliding over the wood. Twi looked at him with a sense of regret when he understood that he could no longer see him as he was now, in this lecture hall.

- Don't underestimate me like that, professor. You don't suppose that I'm a predictable person, do you?

- We won't find any happiness in this. You know that what I need is not to be caressed… I need something that could make this feeling of guilt go away.

- A punishment… - Twi filled in the blank of Time's hesitation.]

Twi ran on the familiar road to Time's house. Assaulting someone was not something in his nature. Twi was born in the countryside of Bavaria, where fields of wheat stretched far in blows of dazing wind. The children here did not know much about the busy streets with neon lights of the capital, or the fun of the night. The tranquility of nature seemed to have become a part of Twi, up until his adulthood. Until he met Time.

This feeling was similar to he first time Twi stepped into the Twilight Realm. He felt lonely and vulnerable in front of the chaotic and upsetting rhythm of this new world. Twi became stronger after he was toughened in that world, so that he could complete his mission. But that was not where he wanted to spend all his life in. Twi thought of his hands burying Time into the windy wheat field, letting the sweet scent of the countryside embraced him in peace. And he could have the blue of his eyes all to himself.

Twi shook his head. The battle had only begun. Maybe in the end they couldn't even find the way back, so he had to be more realistic.

- Time?

Looking from behind, Twi thought that it was Time. But the hair color and posture suggested Twi of something strange and foreign. The middle – aged man about Time's age turned back at him. When their eyes met, he could felt a weird sense of aversion flashing through his brain like an electric current, together with vague memories that rushed back in an instant.

[- Sometimes you have to face the harshness of reality, Twi. – Sky wiped out the blood on his face.

- Please have mercy, Sky! – Twi pleaded, standing between Sky and Dark Time who had already passed out – This is… this is…

- Sometimes you have to choose between the things you want to believe and the things you have to believe. – Sky coldly replied before he swung his sword.]

Before Sky had the chance to frown, Twi had launched forward and shielded Time. Time had no idea about what was going on; they had just met yet it seemed like Twi and Sky were already at odds with each other from way back. Twi also couldn't even understand himself – he only felt his heart racing as if it would break under the pressure. His pulse was increasing, his body blazing – he could even felt himself sweat. Sky looked at Twi with discomfort; but because he did not want Time to feel awkward, he avoided his gaze and bent down to pick the broken pieces of porcelain.

- Twi, this is Sky, don't you remember? – Time whispered.

- You two know each other? – Twi did not turn around, his eyes fixed on Sky's every move.

- Of course… I mean that, I've just remembered that it was Sky. Even though we do know each other from before, but… - Time lowered his voice – I don't know if Sky remembers it or not.

- Yes, he remembered. – Twi confirmed.